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About Dusseldorf

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

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I gotta admit – the local edge annoys me sometimes. The traffic near Sonnenallee? Ugh, maddening! And, not to be dramatic, but sometimes the ancient cobblestones underfoot remind me of every slow poke complaint ever uttered. But that’s what gives Weissach its personality, y’know? Every crack and crevice has a secret vibe.

Energy. Charged.